Careful.
Secretive.
“No, Mom, she was nervous at first… yeah, I told her exactly that…”
My stomach tightened.
Mom?
On our honeymoon?
I sat up slowly, trying to convince myself I had misunderstood.
But then I heard her laugh through the phone.
That sharp, satisfied little laugh I had already learned to dread.
My mother-in-law, Lena, had somehow managed to place herself between us on the very first night of our marriage.